Love like a heart. Yes, the *****. It has equal distribution of blood, we can also call it “love”, around the body. It filters the love then reuses it; making sure it’s fresh and ready for another round and round. It doesn't discriminate in that sense. It is kept safe within a cage yet free to move around the body. The chambers keep the "love" and preserve it. Its chambers are with purpose. Love in its purest form has a purpose and preserves quality in a way.

Its tunnels are plenty in little things and large places. From carpals to kidneys. It has set its boundaries but is open to love others by moving around freely in a body ready to explore the world and appreciate things. If it needs help, it will be honest. It will be willing for a transplant. It doesn't go beyond what it can’t do. It is within the confines of skin, muscle and fats. If it breaks, it can be fixed and can recover. There is a chance at least. It beats to a rhythm that ideally sets the pace or speed of time in its lifespan. Action-driven, it never boasts. It stays humble by simply staying where love needs are greatest.

Don’t be a heart like the shape. Never like the shape. It’s two dimensional. It only breaks into two when it’s all over. It’s so cheap, it can be sold in cookie form. Paper hearts make perfect practice for your shredder. They are fragile. Drown it in water and it will never survive. It will be flashy and attractive at first but love is at its luxury and glitter doesn't make it truly shine.